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I lost track of informationI was blitzed by opinionThey're all over this townFrom the 110th story on downA lot of them aren't even jumpersA lot of them are window washersWho fall. Opinions. And planes. And people.All in the airIt won't make the papers if you don't photograph itThe air is filled with joyAnd weariness with all lapidary bleaknessI lost track of informationI was blitzed by opinionI lost track of informationI was blitzed by opinionI lost track of informationI was blitzed by opinionI lost track of informationTell me, what would cause you to jump?*adapted from Joan Didion's book, The White Album From Letras Mania